Comepletely alone
I foster what's left of our memories
Keep them wrapped up tight
Warm and sheltered from any pain
you might inflict upon them.
We are undeserving of their
mental ease...
their comfort.
But who am I kidding,
you packed them in a brown box
left them on my doorstep.
It's done and over,
I shall bring them home,
to sit alone,
under a warming light.
A pathetic attempt to keep us alive,
in my desperate little head.
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